Coming to the garden
At the breaking of the day,
Loving friends of Je­sus
Found the stone was rolled away,
Knowing not the meaning
Of the Sav­ior’s empty tomb,
Seeing not the lesson
In the lily’s bloom.

Refrain

Bloom, lilies, bloom,
By the ris­en Sav­ior’s tomb,
He is ris­en, hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
Light immortal, hallelujah,
Scatters all the gloom.

Coming to the garden,
Weeping Mary sought her Lord,
And His tender greeting
Was her wonderful reward;
So we come to meet Him
In our Fa­ther’s house of prayer,
Glowing now with beauty,
Like a garden fair.

Refrain

Coming to the garden,
When this earthly life shall end,
When to bowers of glo­ry
All His ransomed shall as­cend,
We shall sing together
In the glad, unfading light,
Praise to our Re­deem­er,
Honor, power and might.

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